gazing at you with scorpion eyes

[samson]

Who: Brock, Molotov, and guests! And maybe party crashers? Trick-or-treaters?
What: Halloween party for grown-ups!
When: Halloween, 10pm until question mark
Where: Brock's dumb cabin
Rating: PG/PG-13. Probably going to be drunk people, maybe some swearing.

Maybe you received an invitation earlier in the week via ghost, or maybe you've heard that there was a party by word of mouth. Or maybe you're just looking for candy.

Either way, there are a lot of lights on at the usually quiet cabin in the woods. Located just southwest of the castle off the main road to town, it's not a large structure. Essentially one giant room, the cabin is a single story building made of wood, though one side appears to be made of brick and now has a functioning fireplace. Smoke is coming from the chimney.

Today there are also what appear to be papier-mâché pillars in front, on either side of the door. You can probably knock them over if you're not careful.

[ Trick-or-treaters | Party | Snacks | Outside ]

Comments

[samson]

[Look at all these people in cute theme-appropriate costumes!! Brock approves.

He tilts his head a little at her, noticing her attention to the hieroglyphics.] They probably don't actually say anything.

[luthored]

[ Herpaderp, what? The voice gets her first, since it's fairly memorable, and she looks over her shoulder. She wishes she could be surprised at mullets, but Lana is from Smallville after all. Oh hey, isn't that the host? She should thank him for letting her mooch party food and whatnot.

Smiling back, Lana tries to feign ignorance on the subject. ]

Well, they're a pretty touch. Maybe I should have re-used my Cleopatra costume.

[samson]

[Brock can't really put a name to the voice, though he knows he's talked to her before. Hmmm.

But he laughs, anyway.] You'd probably get in a fight with my wife if you did. That's her costume.

[luthored]

No, the last thing I want to do is to try and show up the hostess.

[samson]

She's somewhere around here... preening, probably.

[luthored]

So who decorated, you or her?

[samson]

Oh, I did it. [He looks around to make sure Molotov isn't in earshot...]

I'm pretty sure she just wanted an excuse to dress up.

[luthored]

It looks good.

[ Her smile widens a bit, and she a little more impressed. He doesn't really look like the kind of guy who would enjoy decorating, but then she seriously needs to learn to stop judging books by their covers. She's a walking example of that right now. ]

Brock, right? I'm Lana, we spoke on the journal.

[samson]

Ha, thanks. [Yep, Brock is totally into this kind of dumb stuff. He also likes to garden!

He looks momentarily surprised, but then smiles.]

Oh, hey. Sorry, I'm not that good with voices. [Also costumes, costumes confuse him. Spies......]

I guess the invitation thing worked. I just told the ghosts to send it out to everybody we know.

[luthored]

Ezio invited me, actually.

[ You know, the guy over there totally flirting with girls. B| Oh well what else is new. ]

[samson]

[He glances over at wherever Ezio is lurking right now.]

Yeah? You guys friends, or ...?

[luthored]

Friends, yes.

[samson]

Alright, cool. Well, I hope you have a good time. Let me know if you need anything. [LIKE HOT DOG MUMMIES, GO HAVE SOME OF THOSE]